It was not noon yet, but the warm sun was already shining down from the window.
Through the clear window, they all enveloped Lu Ze.
His posture was extremely relaxed, his feet tapping on the windowsill, and the fishing rod on the fishing box.
If one ignored the surrounding scenery and gave him a close-up.
No matter who saw it, their first reaction would be that he was on vacation.
It was impossible for him to be related to something like participating in a competition.
"Good heavens. What, what is he trying to do?"
"So when he went to the room just now, it wasn't an instrument, but... Fishing rod?"
"This is the first time I've seen this kind of composition method. So this is how all music professors write songs?”
The people behind the surveillance cameras had actually been misled by those rumors in the past two days.
Even when Lu Ze was fishing openly in front of them.
Their first thought was that this was a special mode of creation.
Wang Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He looked at Lu Ze and waved his hand in the air.
"Don't over-interpret it. This kid was purely fishing. It had nothing to do with composing!”
"And... Who told you that he has a PhD in vocal music?”
"Um... Wasn't everyone talking about it? There were only a handful of them in the entire Nine Provinces! She also heard that he often stayed up all night to write songs.”
"Nonsense!"
"This kid is born to be stubborn! Do you see my arm?"
After waving his arm in front of everyone, Wang Jin said mischievously.
"I injured him when I was pulling this little brat out of the fish!”
"He's been in Northern River for two days. The time he spent fishing is more than the time you spent training.”
"Music doctor? Have you seen this kind of music doctor before?”
Everyone was stunned!
The mysterious bubble covering Lu Ze was easily broken by Wang Jin!
so... Was he not the genius who had been deified from the very beginning?？
Instead, it was the most uncompetitive, uncompetitive, and unworthy existence in this group of people?？？
This contrast was too strong!
They were rendered speechless for a long time.
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If that was the case, then what was the Colorful Flag Art Troupe thinking?
He had been at the bottom for three consecutive years.
This year was the time to show results.
At such an important juncture, they actually sent a " little prince of health " who skipped class and created works to fish for money to participate in the competition?？
Was the entire team prepared to give up?
For a moment, the entire workshop was filled with all kinds of sighs.
Her expectations for Lu Ze were completely lowered.
How could you expect such a person to contribute any good works?
kidding.
It was impossible!
Unless the sun rose from the west!
"Xiao Xu, come here!"
After staring at Lu Ze for a while, Wang Jin suddenly thought of something and called Xu Chu to his side.
He pointed at Lu Ze and said,"
"Add another segment! Notify them immediately!"
"Eh, okay, Elder Wang, go ahead!”
"Isn't the performance at eight o'clock? He asked them to submit a copy of the song and lyrics they had written at seven o'clock sharp.”
"The remaining hour can be used to adjust and improve, or you can rest and prepare.”
After saying this, he stood up from his seat.
"I'll go back first. Keep an eye on this kid!”
After taking one last look at Lu Ze, the old man's tone started to grit his teeth.
"Whenever he stops fishing and starts working, call me!”
"I'd like to see what he's going to do when others are so busy that they can't wait to compete for a second. When are you going to take it seriously!"
.......
Twenty minutes later, when the hour hand pointed to ten in the morning.
The eight creators suddenly heard a voice coming from the broadcast at the same time.
"Dear creators, I'll add a temporary rule!”
"Everyone, please improve your composing speed and quality. Please submit a song and lyrics to the judging panel on time at 7 pm!”
"Those who do not submit will receive zero points!”
"Um... What the hell! Time was already very tight. Why was it an hour earlier? This was going to kill him!”
"Can the judging panel be so unreasonable? This is too extreme. It's not like I'm writing a saliva song…"
"Alright, now I don't even have time for lunch. I'm so busy!!”
For a moment, almost every studio was filled with the singers 'complaints.
Only in Lu Ze's creative room.
There was no unnecessary commotion.
If he had to find it, perhaps…There was only the light, rhythmic snores mixed in with the wind.
The sunlight was too warm, and the morning breeze was too comfortable.
As he basked in the sun, he blew on the wind.
He actually…He fell asleep!
......
Afternoon, four o'clock.
There were still three hours until the submission of the song and lyrics.
Almost every singer was dancing around their instruments, constantly playing and modifying the melody.
That energy of 'who else but me' really looked excited!
Wang Jin endured it for six whole hours.
He had been waiting for that call for a long time. At this moment, he finally could not hold it in any longer.
She took the initiative to call Xu Chu.
"Didn't I tell you to call me? Was he that busy? Have you completely forgotten?"
Xu Chu hurriedly explained when he heard the old man's anger.
"Elder Wang, how could I dare to forget your arrangements? I've been sitting in front of monitor number six until now.”
"Little Lu, he…He was really too steady. He wakes up twice in six hours."
"I went to the toilet once and ate once. The remaining time. They're all fishing."
"We counted and caught more than ten fish.”
"To be honest, Elder Wang, I've participated in all eight field trips.”
"This is the first time I've seen a player like Little Lu.”
Wang Jin didn't say anything.
After a cold snort, he hung up the phone.
At this point, he could basically judge that this young man whom he had placed his infinite hopes on…
In fact, he had never treated music as a sacred thing as a career.
Instead, he maintained a frivolous and contemptuous attitude.
Regardless of character or works.
Just this attitude.
He was already…
She started to feel disappointed in Lu Ze.
Time slowly passed.
6 PM.
When the red clouds at the edge of the sky began to devour the blue sky bit by bit.
Almost all the singers in the composing room had entered the final stage of adjustment and correction.
The final countdown was right before his eyes.
At this moment.
Just as everyone was no longer looking at the sixth screen.
In the dark room, a figure sat quietly in front of the window for a long time.
Finally.
After using up the last hook of fish food, he put away the rod.
He got up from the stool and stretched his back.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyes a few times.
He didn't touch any of the musical instruments that filled the composition room.
He took out a few pieces of A4 paper and a pen.
She lowered her head quietly.
It started.
It was like a student writing from memory.
A sloppy creation!
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